Point of view | Lando Norris

2 | Shopping

"I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky

Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity

I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva

I'm gonna go, go, go

There's no stopping me"

Don't stop me now - Queen

Birmingham, 11th July 2019

"Viola?" Amelia calls my attention as we make our way to her car, leaving the airport.

"Tell me, Amy." I smile still excited for what happened.

"Actually, because of Lando, we have to postpone your surprise... I ask my aunt, since she works in the place in question, to move the date."

"Amelia, thank you!" I leave her a kiss on the cheek "Are you sure it's not a problem?"

"No, not at all, on the contrary, you will live your biggest dream on Sunday, you have to accept his invitation. The surprise can wait, but if you don't remember to take a lot of photos of Lewis and send them to me..." she laughs.

"Oh God, Amy, doesn't Lewis seem a little too old for you?"

"Said the one who has a crush for Kimi! However, the fact that Lando asked you for your number already means that you have made an impression, trust me. You are very lucky..."

"You're right, Amy. Do you think he really likes me?" I say getting into the car. 

"Absolutely yes, and that's exactly why we'll go shopping for Sunday!" We laugh and turn on the radio on the station where Amelia explains to me that they play a lot of rock songs. We have a lot of things in common: the passion for music, especially rock and metal, we love fashion clothes, Formula one and food.

"Turn up the volume!" she yells at me as she exits the parking lot.

"I'M A SHOOTING STAR LEAPING THROUGH THE SKYYYYY" We begin to sing.

"You are more in tune," the blonde tells me "yes, absolutely, since you study singing ..."

After a few laughs and a few more songs, like Jimi's All along the watchtower and The Beatles' Penny lane, which Amy promised to visit when we go to London, we arrive home. Amy explained to me that she lives in a huge house despite being alone because her parents decided to buy a house in Dublin for work reasons, leaving her, which is only child, in the villa in which she grew up.

"This is your room," she tells me, "I hope you like it."

"It's gorgeous! Thanks for everything Amelia. Hospitality, your kindness and everything else, really. I owe you a week in Venice."

"Don't make me cry, come on. Now get ready for shopping!" 

I take the bag, I change quickly because all in all it is hot to be in a tracksuit and I opt for a denim miniskirt and a white blouse, combining it with white Texan boots. I do my make up lightly since this morning at five I didn't feel like it and I didn't even have the time, then, I'm ready.

"How beautiful are we," Amy tells me, she has changed too, she wears a beautiful black dress with daisies, it looks so good on her, "we absolutely have to take a picture of ourselves before leaving for our long session!"

Photo taken and posted on Instagram, we are ready to go.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask.

"To the Mailbox and the Bullring. Trust me, keep your credit card ready."